"Fuck this! I'm not going to be part of any damned orgy. I'm getting the fuck out of here!"Jason firmly spoke to her. "Susan, stop right there!" He co...tinued to communicate with the little blonde silently. 'Listen to me you little bitch. You want to remove your clothes too. You also want to show a more pleasant attitude. Before this night is over, you will be fucking your brains out. Now strip, bitch!'That was the first time Jason had forcefully used his power of suggestion. Susan obviously did. He could be Jewish or Arab, French or Italian or Spanish or Iranian, from Europe or the Middle East or Central or South America. That’s part of what intrigues you about him. You’re attracted to them all. He jogs and is in great shape. You get up early and sit by the window, sipping your first cup of coffee, waiting to watch him appear. That’s how you first noticed him. When he does and leaves, you sit by the window for an hour, waiting for him to return, his shirt sweat-soaked, and watch him. She ALWAYS dressed as an actual woman - big, stiletto heels - stockings,usually seamed, with reinforced heels and toes - tight, short skirts -blouses that showed off her huge breasts - perfect, slutty make-up thathighlighted her gorgeous face.And she had volunteered to be my tutor.Alone with her in her house. Every Monday, Wednesday and Fridayafternoon. Her soiled panties in the laundry hamper (but not for long, ifI could help it).After school that first Monday of November, I walked directly to. Though, as I close my eyes and wrap my hand around my swollen member, she begins to appear before me, arranged in the most beautiful finery. Her eyes pop out from the darkness, and that subtle smile forms like a Cheshire cat emerging from its place of hiding. Her hair seems to glow as it cascades down around her face. Her scent seems to waft unbidden beneath my nose, and I cannot tell whether it is real or imagination. The warm of her skin and the feel of her hot breath begins to pervade my.